A/N- Here's a second helping, hope everyone didn't judge her by her first appearance, my poor baby. She needs friends, don't hate her, I swear you'll understand

Chapter 1- Hidden

Lithil hummed a melody to herself as she hurriedly did up the back of her dress, despite how quick she was to leave Legolas' bed so early; she was becoming far too lax with her precautions. People couldn't know.

It's not that they wouldn't understand... but they would never understand.

Never mind them, she thought, angry that even though they were so far away they still crept into her mind and controlled her life. They were not merciful.

Lithil shook her head and cleared it of thoughts of them, replacing them with thoughts of her prince. Last night had been one of many where she felt his doubt in her. She acted more like a whore then a lover, she never let him pamper her, not publicly, and she would beg him to keep there perfectly legal affair secret. She could always feel it when he doubted her feelings for him, his lovemaking became desperate and powerful, nearly overwhelming, begging her not to leave him.

But that was impossible. She had been in love with him for so long, separating was out of the question. He was a part of her life, without him she would die. He was her's. Her Legolas, just like her blood, her breath. He was something so basic for her, that it was out of the question completely to leave.

Which was why she risked everything to stay. Staying here was not safe for her, and she knew that she should have moved long ago. Legolas would move with her if she decided to go, she knew that he would follow her, but Lithil knew deep in her heart that he was still in love with Greenwood. The trees that bore him over two hundred years ago still captivated him. She could not tear him from his home yet, it would be cruel. So she stayed, hoping beyond hope that her life's secret would remain just that: a secret.

Contrary to common belief, it did hurt her to keep it. Her soul so longed to bind with his that the concealment, the lie, stabbed at her harshly every second that she went without telling him. But for his sake, for their, sake she would have to endure.

She only hoped that one day she would not regret withholding her not-so- little secret from him, but he couldn't possibly understand; dislike his father as he may, he could not her position with those that haunted her every waking dream.

A hiss escaped her lips as a ghost pain shot through her cheek and mouth and Lithil nibbled her lip lightly, biting over the scar that was hanging off the corner of her mouth as though it were a pearlescent tear that would never fall.

No, she would never tell her love her secret so long as she could keep it hidden. A/N- Short, I know, I seem to be suffering from terrible bad Writer Disease called short chapters. Unfortunately there is no cure; I'll just have to snap out of it.